The Book of common prayer. [Followed by] The whole book of Psalms, in metre ...

My hopes are on thy promise built,
Thy never-failing word.
6 My longing eyes look out
For thy enlivening ray,

More duly than the morning watch,
To spy he dawning day.

7 Let Israel trust in God,

No bounds his mercy knows;

Their children too upon thy throne
For everinore shall sit.

13, 14 For Sion does in God's esteem,
All other seats excel;

His place of everlasting rest,

Where he desires to dweil.

15, 16 Her store, says he, I will increase, Her poor with plenty bless;

The plenteous source and spring from Her saints shall shout for joy, her priests

whence

Eternal succour flows;

8 Whose friendly streams to us
Supplies in want convey;
A healing spring to cleanse,
And wash our guilt away.

PSALM CXXXI.

LORD, I am not proud of heart,
Nor cast a scornful eye;

Nor my aspiring thoughts employ
In things for me too high.

2 With infant innocence thou know'st
I have myself demean 'd;
Compos'd to quiet, like a babe

That from the breast is wean'd.
3 Like me let Israel hope in God,
His aid alone implore;
Both now and ever trust in him,
Who lives for evermore.

PSALM CXXXII.

ET David, Lord, a constant place
LE
In thy remembrance find;"
Let all the sorrows he endur'd
Be ever in thy mind.

2 Remember what a solemn oath
To thee, his Lord, he swore ;
How to the mighty God he vow'd,
Whom Jacob's sons adore;
3, 4 I will not go into my house,
Nor to my bed ascend;
No soft repose shall close my eyes,
Nor sleep my eye-lids bend;"

5 Till for the Lord's design'd abode
I mark the destin'd ground;
Till I a decent place of rest

For Jacob's God have found.

6 Th'appointed place, with shouts of joy, At Ephrata we found,

Aud made the woods and neighb'ring
fields

Our glad applause resound.
7 0 with due rev'rence let us then
To his abode repair,
And, prostrate at his footstoni fall'n,

Pour out our humble prayer.
8 Arise, O Lord, and now possess
Thy constant place of rest;
Be that, not only with thy ark,

But with thy presence, blest.

My saving health confess.

17 There David's power shall long re

main

In his successive line,

And my anointed servant there

Shall with fresh lustre shine.
18 The faces of his vanquish'd foes
Confusion shall o'erspread;

Whilst, with confirm'd success, his

crown

Shall flourish on his head.

PSALM CXXXIII.

TOW vast must their advantage be,
How great their pleasure prove,

Who live like brethren, and consent
In offices of love!

2 True love is like that precious oi!,
Which, pour'd on Aaron's head,
Ran down his beard, and o'er his robes
Its costly moisture shed

3 Tis like refreshing dew, which does
On Hermon's top distil;
Or like the early drops that fall
On Siou's fruitful hill.

4 For Sion is the hosen seat,
Where the Almighty King,
The promis'd blessing has ordain'd
And life's eternal spring.
PSALM CXXXIV.

BLESS God, ye servants, that attend

Upon his solemn state,

That in his temple, night by night,
With humble rev'rence wait:

2, 3 Within his house lift up your hands,
And bless his holy name:

From Sion bless thy Israel, Lord,
Who earth and heaven didst frame.
PSALM CXXXV.

PRAISE the Lord, with one con

seni,

And magnify his name;

Let all the servants of the Lord
His worthy praise proclaim.
2 Praise him all ye that in his house
Attend with constant care;
With those that to his outmost courts
With humble zeal repair.

3 For this our truest int'rest is,
Glad hymns of praise to sing;
And with loud songs to bless his name,

9, 10 Clothe thou thy priests with right- A most delightful thing.

eousness,

Make thou thy saints rejoice;
And, for thy servant David's sake,
Hear thy Anointed's voice.

11 God sware to David in his truth,
Nor shall his oath be vain,
One of thy offspring after thee,
Upon thy throne shall reign:
.2 And if thy seed my cov'uant keep,
And to my laws submit

4 For God his own peculiar choice
The sons of Jacob makes;

And Israel's offspring for his own
Most valu'd treasure takes.

5 That God is great, we often have
By glad experience found;

And seen how he, with wondrous power,
Above ail gods is crown'd.

6 For he, with unresisted strength,
Performs his sov'reign will,

In heaven and earth, and wat'ry stores That earth's deep caverns fill.

7 He raises vapours from the ground, Which, pois'd in liquid air,

Fall down at last in showers, through which

His dreadful lightnings glare.

4, 5 By his Almighty hand

Amazing works are wrought; The heavens by his command Were to perfection brought: For God, &c.

6 He spread the ocean round About the spacious land;

8 He from his store-house brings the And made the rising ground

winds;

tongues,

Nor see with polish'd eyes;

Their counterfeited ears are deaf,

No breath their mouth supplies.

18 As senseless as themselves are they
That all their skill apply

To make them, or in dang'rous times
On them for aid rely.

19 Their just returns of thanks to God
Let grateful Israel pay;
Nor let the priests of Aaron's race
To bless the Lord delay.

20 Their sense of his unbounded love

Let Levi's house express:

And let all those who fear the Lord,
His name for ever bless.

21 Let all with thanks his wondrous

works

Above the waters stand:

For God, &c.

7, 8, 9 Through heaven he did display
His num'rous hosts of light;
The sun to rule by day,

The moon and stars by night:
For God, &c.

10, 11, 12 He struck the first-born dead
Of Egypt's stubborn land;
And thence his people led
With his resistless hand :
For God, &c

13. 14 By him the raging sea,
As if in pieces rent,

Disclos'd a middle way,

Through which his people went :
For God, &c.

15 Where soon he overthrew
Proud Pharaoh and his host,
Who, daring to pursue,

Were in the billows lost :

For God. &c.

16, 17, 18 Through deserts vast and wild He led the chosen seed;

And famous princes foil'd,

And made great monarchs bleed:
For God, &c.

19. 20 Sihon, whose potent hand
Great Ammon's sceptre sway'd;
And Og, whose stern command
Rich Bashan's land obey'd:

Music and mirth of us requir'd,

Come, sing us one of Sion's songs."
4 How shall we tune our voice to sing,
Or touch our harps with skilful hands ?
Shall hymns of joy to God, our King,
Be sung by slaves in foreign lands?
5 O Salem, our once happy seat!

When I of thee forgetful prove,
Let then my trembling hand forget
The speaking strings with art to move!
6 If I to mention thee forbear,

Eternal silence seize my tongue;
Or if I sing one cheerful air,

Till thy deliv'rance is my song.
"Remember, Lord, how Edom's race,
In thy own city's fatal day,
Cry'd out, "Her stately walls deface,
And with the ground quite level lay.
8 Proud Babel's daughter, doom'd to be
Of grief and woe the wretched prey;
Bless'd is the man who shall to thee

The wrongs thou laid'st on us repay.

4 Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would

vent,

My yet unutter'd words' intent.
5 Surrounded by thy power I stand;
On every side I find thy hand:
6 O skill for human reach too high!
Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!
7 O could I so perfidious be,
To think of once deserting thee,
Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun?
Or whither from thy presence run?
8 If up to heaven I take my flight,
'Tis there thou dwell'st, enthron'd in
light;

If down to hell's infernal plains,
"Tis there Almighty vengeance reigns.
9 If I the morning's wings could gain,
"And fly beyond the western main,
10 Thy swifter hand would first arrive,
And there arrest thy fugitive.

11 Or, should I try to shun thy sight Beneath the sable wings of night;"

9 Thrice bless'd, who with just rage pos-One glance from thee, one piercing ray,

sest,

And deaf to all the parents' moans, Shall snatch thy infants from the breast, And dash their heads against the stones.

PSALM CXXXVIII.

Would kindle darkness into day."
12 The veil of night is no disguise,
No screen from thy all-searching eyes;
Through midnight shades thou find'st thy

way.

As in the blazing noon of day.

WITH my whole heart, my God and 13 Thou know'st the texture of my heart,

King,
Thy praise I will proclaim;
Before the gods with joy I'll sing,
And bless thy holy name.

2 I'll worship at thy sacred seat,
And, with thy love inspir'd,
The praises of thy truth repeat,
O'er all thy works admir'd.
3 Thou graciously inclin'dst thine ear,
When I to thee did cry;

And, when my soul was press'd with fear,
Didst inward strength supply.
4 Therefore shall every earthly prince
Thy name with praise pursue,
Whom these admir'd events convince
That all thy works are true.
5 They all thy wondrous ways, O Lord,
With cheerful songs shall bless;
And all thy glorious acts record,
Thy awful power confess.

6 For God, although enthron'd on high,
Does thence the poor respect;
The proud far off his scornful eye
Beholds with just neglect.

7 Though 1 with troubles am oppress'd,
He shall my foes disarm,
Relieve my soul when most distress'd,
And keep me safe from harm.

8 The Lord, whose mercies ever last,
Shall fix my happy state;

And, mindful of his favours past,
Shall his own work complete.

PSALM CXXXIX.

THOU

My reins, and every vital part;
Each single thread in nature's loom,
By thee was cover'd in the womb.
14 I'll praise thee, from whose hands I

came,

A work of such a curious frame;
The wonders thou in me hast shown,
My soul with grateful joy must own.
15 Thine eyes my substance did survey,
In secret how exactly wrought,
Whilst yet a lifeless mass it lay,
Ere from is dark enclosure brought.
16 Thou didst the shapeless embryo see
Its parts were register'd by thee;"
Thou saw'st the daily growth they took
Form'd by the model of thy book.
17 Let me acknowledge too, O God,

That since this maze of life I trod,
Thy thoughts of love to me surmount
1 Far sooner could I reckon o'er
The power of numbers to recount.
The sands upon the ocean's shore;
Each morn revising what I've done,
I find th' account but new begun.
19 The wicked thou shalt slay, O God.
Depart from me, ye men of blood,
20 Whose tongues heaven's Majesty pro
fane,

And take th' Almighty's name in vain.
21 Lord, hate not I their impious crew,
Who thee with enmity pursue?
And does not grief my heart oppress,
When reprobates thy laws transgress?

HOU, Lord, by strictest search hast 22 Who practise enmity to thee

known

My rising up and lying down;

My secret thoughts are known to thee,
Known long before conceiv'd by me.
3 Thine eye my bed and path surveys,
My public haunts and private ways;

Shall utmost hatred have from me;
Such men I utterly detest,

As if they were my foes profest.
23, 24 Search, try, O God, my thoughts

and heart,

If mischief lurk in any part;

Correct me where I go astray, And guide me in thy perfect way.

PSALM CXL. RESERVE me, Lord, from Of treacherous intent;

PRESERVE

2 And from the sons of violence, On open mischief bent.

When they are tempted and reduc'd Like me, to sore distress. 6 When skulking in Engedi's rock, crafty I to their chiefs appeal, [foes, If one reproachful word I spoke, Wher I had power to kill.

3 Their sland'ring tongue the serpent's
In sharpness does exceed;
Between their lips the gall of asps
And adler's venom breed.

7 Yet us they persecute to death; Our scatter'd ruins lie

isting As thick as from the hewer's axe The sever'd splinters fly.

4 Preserve me, Lord, from wicked hands,
Nor leave my soul forlorn,
A prey to sons of violence,
Who have my ruin sworn.

5 The proud for me have laid their snare,
And spread their wily net;
With traps and gins, where'er I move,
I find my steps beset.

6 But thus environ'd with distress,
Thou art my God, I said;
Lord, hear my supplicating voice,
That calls to thee for aid.

7 O Lord, the God whose saving strength
Kind succour did convey,
And cover'd my advent'rous head
In battle's doubtful day;
8 Permit not their unjust designs
To answer their desire;
Lest they, encourag'd by success,
To bolder crimes aspire.

9 Let firs: their chiefs the sad effects
Of their injustice mourn:
The blast of their envenom'd breath
Upon themselves return.

10 Let them who kindle first the flame, Its sacrifice become ;

The pit they digg'd for me be made
Their own untimely tomb.

8 But, Lord, to thee I still direct
My supplicating eyes;

O leave not destitute my soul,
Whose trust on thee relies

9 Do thou preserve me from the snares That wicked hands have laid;

Let them in their own nets be caught While my escape is made.

PSALM CXLII.

NO God, with mournful voice,

In deep distress I pray'd;

2 Made him the umpire of my cause. My wrongs before him laid. 3 Thou didst my steps direct,

When my griev'd soul despair'd; For where I thought to walk secure, They had their traps prepar'd. 4 I look'd, but found no friend To own me in distress;

All refuge fail'd, no man vouchsaf'd His pity or redress.

5 To God at last I pray'd;

Thou, Lord, my refuge art, My portion in the land of life, Till life itself depart.

6 Reduc'd to greatest straits, To thee I make my moan;

[storm,

11 Though slander's breath may raise It quickly will decay:

Their rage does but the torrent swell,
That bears themselves away.

12 God will assert the poor man's cause, And speedy succour give:

The just shall celebrate his praise,
And in his presence live.

PSALM CXLI.

TO thee, O Lord, my cries ascend,
O haste to my relief;

And with accustom'd pity hear

The accents of my grief.

2 Instead of off rings, let my prayer
Like morning incense rise;
My lifted hand supply the place
Of evening sacrifice.

3 From hasty language curb my tongue,
And let a constant guard
Still keep the portal of my lips
With wary silence barr'd."

4 From wicked men's designs and deeds
My heart and hands restrain;
Nor let me in the booty share

Of their unrighteous gam.

5 Let upright men reprove my faults,
And shall think them kind;
Like baim that heals a wounded head,
I their reproof shall find;
And, in return, my fervent prayer
I shall for them address,

O save me from oppressing foes, For me too powerful grown, That I may praise thy name, My soul from prison bring; Whilst of thy kind regard to me Assembled saints shall sing.

PSALM CXLIII.

ORD, hear my prayer, and to my cry
Thy wonted audience lend;

In thy accustom'd faith and truth
A gracious answer send.

2 Nor at thy strict tribunal bring
Thy servant to be try'd;
Fer in thy sight no living man
Can e'er be justified.

3 The spiteful foe pursues my life,
Whose comforts all are fled;

He drives me into caves as dark
As mansions of the dead.
4 My spirit therefore is o'erwhelm'd,
And sinks within my breast;
My mournful heart grows desolate,
With heavy woes opprest.

5 I call to mind the days of old,

And wonders thou hast wrought; My former dangers and escapes Employ my musing thought.

6 To thee my hands in humble prayer 1 fervently stretch out; My soul for thy refreshment thirsts, Like land oppress' with drought. 7 Hear me with speed; my spirit fails Thy face no longer hide,

Lest I become forlorn, like them

That in the grave reside.
8 Thy kindness early let me hear,
Whose trust on thee depends;
Teach me the way where I should go;

My soul to thee ascends.

9 Do thou, O Lord, from all my foes
Preserve and set me free;

A safe retreat against their rage
My soul implores from thee.

Who, though in solemn leagues they close.
Their sworn engagements ne'er main-

tain.

12 Then our young sons like trees shall
grow,

Well planted m some fruitful place;
Our daughters shall like pillars show,
Design'd some royal court to grace.
13 Our garners fill'd with various store,
Shall us and ours with plenty feed;

10 Thou art my God, thy righteous will Our sheep, increasing more and more.

Instruct me to obey ;

Let thy good spirit lead and keep
My soul in thy right way.

11 O for the sake of thy great name,
Revive my drooping heart;
For thy truth's sake, to me distress'd,
The promis'd aid impart.
12 In pity to my sufferings, Lord,
Reduce my foes to shame;
Slay them that persecute a soul
Devoted to thy name.

PSALM CXLIV.

FOR ever bless'd be God the Lord,
Who does his needful aid impart,
At once both strength and skill afford,
To wield my arms with warlike art
2 His goodness is my fort and tower,
My strong deliv'rance, and my shield;
In him 1 trust whose matchless power

Makes to my sway fierce nations yield. 9 Lord, what's in man, that thou shouldst love

Of him such tender care to take? What in his offspring could thee move

Such great account of him to make ? 4 The life of man does quickly fade,

Shall thousands and ten thousands

breed.

14 Strong shall our lab'ring oxen grow,
Nor m their constant labour faint;
Whilst we no war nor slav'ry know,
And in our streets hear no complaint.
15 Thrice happy is that people's case,
Whose various blessings thus abound;
Who God's true worship still embrace,
And are with his protection crown'd.
PSALM CXLV

HEE will I bless, my God and King,

Thy endless praise proclaim;
This tribute daily I will bring,

And ever bless thy name.

3 Thou, Lord, beyond compare art great,
And highly to be prais'd;

Thy majesty, with boundless height,
Above our knowledge rais'd.

Renown'd for mighty acts, thy fame
To future time extends;
From age to age thy glorious name
Successively descends

5. 6 Whilst I thy glory and renown,
And wondrous works express,

His thoughts but empty are and vain,The world with me thy might shall own,

His days are like a flying shade,

Of whose short stay no signs remain.
5 In solemn state, O God, descend,
Whilst heaven its lofty head inclines;
The smoking hills asunder rend,

Of thy approach the awful signs.
6 Discharge thy awful lightnings round,
And make thy scatter'd foes retreat;
Then with thy pointed arrows wound,

And their destruction soon complete.
7, 8 Do hou, O Lord, from heaven en-

gage,

And thy great power confess.
7 The praise that to thy love belongs,
They shall with joy proclaim;
Thy truth of all their grateful songs
Shall be the constant theme.

8 The Lord is good; fresh acts of grace
His pity still supplies;

His anger moves with slowest pace,
His willing mercy flies.

9, 10 Thy love through earth extends its

fame,

To all thy works exprest;

Thy boundless power my foes to quell, These show thy praise, whilst thy great And etch me from the stormy rage

name

Of threat'ning waves, that proudly, 1s by thy servants blest

swell.

Fight thou against my foreign foes,
Who utter speeches false and vain;
Who, though in solemn leagues they close,
Their sworn engagements ne'er main

tain.

So i to thee, O King of kings,

11 They, with a glorious prospect fir'd,
Shall of thy kingdom speak;

And thy great power, by all admir'd,
Their lofty subject make.
12 God's glorious works of ancient date
Shall thus to all be known;
And thus his kingdom's royal state

In new-made hymns my voice shall With public splendour shown

raise,

And instruments of many strings
Sall help me thus to sing thy praise:
10

God does to kings his aid afford,
1o them his sure salvation sends,
lis he that from the murdering sword
"His servant David still defends."
11 Fight thou against my foreign foes,
Who utter speeches false and vain;

13 His steadfast throne, from changes fro
Shall stand for ever fast;

His boundless sway no end shall see,
But time itself outlast

PART 11

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And makes the prostrate rise; {fall,
For his kind aid all creatures call,
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